I’m trying to learn this formatting thing/how to do poetry on the internet thing.
I tend to feel a little self-conscious and pretentious–like, would I like a triple-brewed beverage and a side of thrifted clothing with my poetry–but that’s okay. Also, I love thrift stores.
Here’s the original, non-photo formatting of this poem:
we are only a line of her song
the earth sings us softly
our colours have not yet faded
our song still hangs in the air
like fireflies, or rain,
don’t blink, don’t exhale, or else
you’ll miss us
a small and glorious note